The Birth of Things

The rain
drop splash puddle
on sun wet brick
is where
we find pulse.

The grey wash sky
blesses fingers
curled around
a coffee cup.

This is the space
where we
are all poets.

Silence bleeds
around each cactus needle.

The moment

Korey Wallace studied English and Creative Writing at Briar Cliff University; divides time between solitary walks in the desert, coffee induced poetry, and cultural criticism.

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If it can be written about, I want to attempt it. If it can be done, I want to do it.